A Train to Piccadilly

A stupid rainy day. Another one, the umpteenth in Soviet Europe. It kindly keeps the dust down, but moving through the rubble is difficult: the risk is that of slipping and breaking a bone. I'm in the right alley. I can't see the door, though... Ah! There it is, at the end, behind those boards. Now it's only a question of grit--stepping into a future that sounds so surreal.

But even so, less surreal than what we've endured in this wrecked country for the last forty years...

Berlin, 1987. It is October 18th.

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**CONTENT WARNING***

This is a POLITICAL story. Some of the characters and situations described herein belong to systems that existed in the past and that history has already judged. However, especially in recent years, what has been taken for granted for decades has become "controversial" and "divisive" again, hence this warning.

Furthermore, the game contains scenes of narrated or imagined violence that may offend the sensibilities of some readers. In particular, it deals with torture (not directly narrated but understood by the context), death (sometimes mildly graphic), psychological enforcing, weapons and guerrilla situations, up to thermonuclear aftermath. If any of these themes are hostile to you for any reason, we recommend that you do not play the game.